Fic: Team Pet
Title: Team PetAuthor: pejaFandom: TorchwoodCharacters/Pairing [portrayed by]: 1. Jack Harkness/Charles Gaskell [John Barrowman/Cornelius Macarthy]2. Alice Guppy/ Emily Holroyd [Amy Manson/Heather Craney] mentionedRating: FRTPrompt: "Team Pet" issued from tw100Warnings: angstGenre: slashSummary: Jack ponders running or going back to Charles. Series: Freaks and Lovers. Second in series, sequel to "Pet Freak" http://www.squidge.org/~peja/cgi-bin/viewstory.php?sid=46452Series Summary: This is the story of Billy and Sue, an age ole' story, with a moral too...but Billy had to die, and when you learn the reason why, you'll hang your head and cry...oops, wrong couple...Jack and Charles. Harkness and Gaskell, that is. Wrong story too, cuz Jack can't die. He can only wish he could.Series location: http://www.squidge.org/peja/cgi-bin/series.php?seriesid=801Spoilers: Mention of episode "Fragments" Permission to archive to WWOMB: YesAcknowledgments/Notes: About the Requested Fic order....I'm skipping ahead on this one since this is this week's prompt over at tw100. Will get back to the "Andromeda/Angels 4"piece soon as I post this.Disclaimer. Torchwood, Jack Harkness and Charles Gaskell do not belong to me, their are the creation of one Richard Davies. That said, no money made in this

Jack Harkness rolled the whiskey glass between his hands, staring glumly into the amber liquid. Charles Gaskell would be getting worried, maybe. If not worried for Jack's safety, then worried that Torchwood's pet freak was pulling a runner. The would never be tolerated. Not even from Torchwood's somewhat slightly house-broken alien.

It crossed his mind that Gaskell might have already taken the bit between his teeth and reported him bolting from his room to Alice and Emily. Would he have turned him in, knowing how the ladies hated having their intimate moments interrupted? If he had, the two gorgeous harpies would be hot on his trail. He didn't think they had tracked down this particular back-water bolt hole. Still....

He cast a glance around, having no real inclination to fall under the care and handling of those two again. The first time he'd fallen into their tender care, he'd been shot, repeatedly electrocuted. He didn't bother to suppress the shudder rippling his body. He might not be kill-able, but they knew ways to make the dying a close second to the agonies of hell, and last damn near just as long. Or at least seem to.

He had no desire for a repeat performance. Suspected they might have something even more terrible for disciplining the disobedient pet freak.

But, then again, going back. Charles would be there, waiting for him. Expecting him to beg forgiveness for his temper tantrum, to slip into his bed for a care-free romp between the sheets. Jack didn't feel care-free. He felt ...broken. It hurt his soul knowing Charles considered him less than human simply because...Dammit. It wasn't his fault his death had been cut short. He hadn't asked to be brought back to this nightmare of immortality. Hadn't wanted it.

Jack's vision clouded as tears rose in him, blinding him. His basic hedonistic nature craved affection. He needed it as surely as he needed to breath. If he was nothing more to Charles than the kink of the day...

Closing his eyes to the pain, Jack drank deeply of his whiskey. He slammed the glass down and called for another without looking up.

A large hand closed over the one that held the glass. You don't need that, My Jack."

Jack didn't bother to hide the cringe. He slowly lifted his haunted gaze to Charles. "How...?"